Chapter 264

Bai Lang achieved Innate Expert, which counts as a "leak-free body"; as long as he himself doesn't want it, things like sweat odor won't appear on his body. Previously Bai Lang thought a leak-free body meant no sweating, but now he realizes he can actually arbitrarily control his external vigorous qi to raise or lower temperature and kill "bacteria, mites"—it doesn't mean he won't break a cold sweat or stop defecating and urinating.

"After taking a dump, you still have to wipe your butt, right? Producing a silky-smooth, completely non-sticky stool is impossible." Bai Lang crossed his arms, watching the two kids practice martial arts below while entertaining extremely rude thoughts about Innate Experts. This person's train of thought, not surprisingly, veered onto those female Innate Experts. "I recall someone sold his own bathwater and even did quite well; swapping it for an Innate Expert would surely fetch an even higher price...... There really are people who want to drink bathwater—this world has plenty of perverts; drinking one's mother's foot-wash water, if not outright, is still some perverts' dream come true."

Bai Lang, thinking of this, his face showed utter "three-star" level—absolutely the look of a generation's three-star big shot—yet he still had full presence, absolutely not lewd. The two kids below trained nonstop for almost half a month; when their rations ran out they had to leave. Of course, before that they buried the Scripture of Longevity before the Rakshasa woman's tomb; waiting for those two dragons to depart, Bai Lang went down, dug up the Scripture of Longevity, tucked it into his bosom, and then returned to Yangzhou City.

Living alone, Wei Zhenzhen's days seemed not too bad, but she hardly dared go out, always anxious and on edge—even though she had cultivated a bit of true qi, and her fist and foot skills, under Bai Lang's teaching, should actually be able to beat ordinary strong men, but courage is something you either have or you don't; there's really nothing to be done about it.

When Bai Lang returned, Wei Zhenzhen even showed a pleased expression and actively went up to greet him; Bai Lang scratched his beard, shook his head, and accepted the woman's throwing herself into his arms. "Have a seat, well this time take a good look—tell me what you feel." Bai Lang produced the original Scripture of Longevity, flipped it open, and handed it to Wei Zhenzhen.

The house Wei Zhenzhen bought was actually a scam; she plucked up the courage to go find a matchmaker, and the house she bought, though not small, had been abandoned for a while and the location was also bad; the renovation costs might end up requiring another house's worth of money. Bai Lang didn't mind—after all, even so it would merely consume less than a tenth of the gold and silver he had produced.

As long as he doesn't become a prodigal, this sum of money is actually enough to cover a person's expenses from birth to death.

Wei Zhenzhen listened to what Bai Lang said, and she also went to examine the Scripture of Longevity seriously—originally she didn't like practicing martial arts, but during the days Bai Lang was away, her opinion had slightly changed. After looking at it for a while, Bai Lang also felt that the vital energy between heaven and earth was not at all like when the two dragons trained, where it poured into Wei Zhenzhen's different acupoints; instead, her internal true qi began to surge wildly.

Bai Lang sighed, closed the Scripture of Longevity, "Inference correct, enough." He himself picked up the Scripture of Longevity to examine it, running the innate true qi according to the qi-circulation route listed above. "Barely doable, but it's fundamentally harmful to oneself." Bai Lang stopped trying, tossed that cultivation method aside. "The golden bell cover I myself cultivate, together with the force of the Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist, is not inferior to it at all—at least judging by the true qi those two kids have cultivated."

One point can be confirmed: the divine arts and secret techniques of this world are not lacking in level; placed in Bai Lang's world they could also be considered divine arts, the only thing likely missing is the "method" of moving heaven and earth's primordial qi to unleash true innate secret techniques. Then gathering this world's martial arts seems like a profitable endeavor as well.

Although it's said that greed leads to indigestion, having more martial arts to observe can broaden one's horizons, possibly allowing them to be absorbed into the Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist. After all, this is a fist style Bai Lang researched himself, well suited to him and continually evolving; one could say he started out on a relatively lofty path.

The Scripture of Longevity is definitely useless trash; this thing can't even be used as a stone from another mountain, and it fundamentally clashes with Bai Lang's martial arts philosophy. However, Bai Lang feels that many other martial arts are still useful—perhaps one really ought to discard those martial arts that prioritize 'spiritual intention,' and instead purely cultivate mighty divine powers like ice, fire, lightning, etc.; that would be best.

A whirlwind can't be coiled, but striking the air with palm power over several zhang is no problem; Bai Lang, in the residence, uses the palm power that strikes the air to create a cyclic shock, and the rebound attack training method for himself is also mighty. The sound produced by striking the air with palm power is like a thunderclap, truly like rolling thunder rumbling loudly. The sound, like that of heavenly thunder on a dry day, spreads out; fortunately there are few nearby households, so it didn't draw any abnormality.

That day Bai Lang finished his preparations, bought another double-wheeled covered cart pulled by a mule, and took Wei Zhenzhen out of Yangzhou City. How in this world can one collect martial arts secret manuals most efficiently? Bai Lang felt he wasn't the troublemaker type like the two dragons, nor was he the world's center where everything revolves around them; therefore joining the army was actually the easiest path.

Joining the military gains power; amid the campaigns of attack and slaughter, one can maneuver the situation of the world—this way there will surely be people who court him and people who assassinate him; isn't that just the matter arriving? Compared to him seeking individuals one by one, it saves a lot of brainwork. Which side to join? For now Zhang Sutao is still present, but Bai Lang thinks he will probably be defeated soon—he vaguely recalls that Zhang Sutao died this year, and Zhang Sutao's campaign to pacify Henan, shaking the East Xia, likely has a high chance of producing a prominent figure under his command. If Bai Lang were to join the army in Yangzhou, there really is no prospect of rising to prominence—all the commanding generals are scions of aristocratic families, headed by the Yuwen clan, and Bai Lang truly doesn't believe he could stand out in the shortest time.

Joining Zhang Sutao is the best choice—he's short on manpower. Besides, his side fights many battles, so Bai Lang could rise to prominence in the shortest time. Charging into battle, breaking formations, slaying generals and seizing flags—isn't that exactly what Bai Lang excels at? He is absolutely confident he can rescue Zhang Sutao; in that case he himself could likely shake the Central Plains in the shortest time—just like the story of the Great Ming Junior Guardian.

Then let's hurry—at least Zhang Sutao's army has already approached Wagang Fort; looking ahead, in a few months they'll be about to fight, so Bai Lang naturally drives the mule cart and hurries on—fortunately this route is still passable; just watch out not to be held up by bandits blocking the road. Whatever the two dragons are up to, that's their business; all Bai Lang has encountered on this way are merely petty thieves...

That day Bai Lang also arrived near the so-called Flying Horse Ranch—in the Central Plains there are horse farms that raise tens of thousands of horses; Bai Lang could only wryly smile. "Before the introduction of purple alfalfa, elephant grass, and corn, a ranch raising tens of thousands of warhorses probably couldn't exist in the Central Plains...... yet now it does." Bai Lang recalled that if it were a stable with modern feed, even a modest place could raise many horses, but free-range...... better not dwell on it.

"Buying a good horse to join the army, I reckon this ranch could also double as a weapons seller—that would be even better." Bai Lang thought.

"Buy a good horse to join the army; I estimate this ranch could also work part-time selling some weapons—that would be even better." Bai Lang thought.